I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving weekend, as I did. I also hope you got more work done than I did. If you got less done, you probably weren't conscious.
I did see Casino Royale with my friends. Daniel Craig is great, but no one will ever live up to my beloved Sean Connery. It's a strange but true fact that both my mother and I fell in love with James Bond in his Connery form at the same moment - when he takes off that wetsuit to reveal a tuxedo underneath in Goldfinger. Of course, we had that same moment about 35 years apart. Sorry, Mom.
I also watched a lot of football, which is unusual for me this season. I'm understanding why I've been avoiding Texas football ever since Vince left us. That was painful. McCoy is a good kid (and I do mean 'kid'! Now I feel old!) and he'll be great soon enough. Not yet though. Watching OU and USC win their respective games just drove another nail into the coffin. On the plus side, watching them win made me vicious enough to con my friends out of their money in poker. Ace, six on suit, getting the flush AND the straight, baby! (Not a straight flush though.)
This morning I remembered where I belonged though, as Prof Torts decided to tease me about my married name, which brought up the fun of my maiden name all over again. I don't think my classmates will ever get sick of seeing me stutter and turn red and make little pained expressions over that. Oi.
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